The dripping taps
Unnerving stare
Conducting songs
I'll never share
Cross my mind
Accompaniment to
a charred kettles whine
Is a cold and real awesome sign
I still find
Earth's illuminated centuries
Can't enlighten penitentiaries
Winters frost turns my fingers white
Fog that stirs and blurs my sight
Shrouds the town
The darkened shadow to whom I talk
As catacombs-like streets I walk
Weigh me down
Earth's illuminated centuries
Can't enlighten penitentiaries
Friends aren't waiting
Contemplating
Or concerned in my returning
Dropping coins that seem to laugh
The morning's milk that guards the path
Shows the sign
Eight by ten on the second floor
Fumes that creep beneath the door
End my time
Earth's illuminated centuries
Can't enlighten penitentiaries
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